By late yesterday afternoon, I had come to truly enjoy my masculine lake stench that had been brewing on my body since my trip to Beastville. The sofa cover, my crate blankies, and the chair in the office had all taken on the gentlest breeze of the scent, and I was eyeing the human crate for my next stink-making move. Mom came over to me and unbuckled my collar, which I originally thought was to expose more fur and aid me in my stinkifying of the household, but NO. I had been terribly and cruelly duped into trusting that evil human. She appeared with venison jerky and had me follow her into the bathroom. I thought she was going to ask me to add my smell to her towels! But NO!
And she bathed Big Pupi too.
Now I smell as fresh as a flower and I couldn't be more disgusted at myself. And to add insult to injury, she took my fur AGAIN - only this time she took so much that I can no longer be considered a true beast. My mud-catching leg fur had been reduced to such an extent that it leaves nothing to the imagination. I am one skinny, lanky boy and now the world knows!